Today I had the wonderful gift of a few uncommitted, unscheduled hours in Hartselle, Alabama, where I’m staying near Tune Farm. What a joy to put some comfy boots on and take off down the street to see what I could see.
The Tune Farm house, soon after it was built, around 1919.
Knowing, always, that when you take off on foot you’re taking your life in your hands (or on your feet in this case) and going totally against the grain. A couple of miles down Highway 31, another turn or two, and I was on Main Street in Hartselle, Alabama, in front of a cafe I couldn’t resist.
Plus, I’d been in the South for two days and hadn’t had a pimento cheese sandwich yet. Did they have green tea? Yep. A side of deviled eggs? Yep. Was the pimento cheese squishy and cloying? Yep. All my dreams were coming true.
Would I like something else (“Darlin'”)? What would she suggest? Bread pudding? (Frown) Rice pudding? (Scowl.) Sugar-free chocolate pie? Oh, Honey. Bingo. How did she know?
And who woulda thunk. But there it was, right in the heart of Hartselle, just as sweet as it could be.
It’s only open for lunch, but what a sweet couple of hours that is at #Cahoots.
Table decor at Cahoots.
A perfect house, on a shady corner in Hartselle. Don’t we all harbor a fantasy somewhere of afternoons spent on a porch like this? Doing not much. Talking. Singing. Reading. Shelling green beans. Sewing.
So much to look at.
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